Chapter 2943

Mo Siyu's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, and he was a little confused when he met Chu Chuyan's confused gaze!

This person, could it be that he is still immersed in a dream and has not woken up.

Mo Siyu quickly let himself lie flat, distanced himself from the people around him, moved his body to the side, turned over, pointed the back of his head at him, and said, "My bed is fine, but This quilt is a bit small, if you are afraid that your cousin will come to you again tomorrow, and still want to sleep with me, please bring the quilt from your room together.

It's a bit cold this day, I like to sleep alone wrapped in a futon, I'm not used to sleeping with others. "

She was also afraid that the scene in the dream would happen again.

The feeling of being on the verge of death was really terrifying. The pain of being cut by a sharp knife on her wrist, and the feeling of heat loss in her body made her scalp numb.

Chu Chuyan realized his gaffe, moved the quilt to his side, turned over, turned his back to him, and said in a muffled voice, "Okay."

After reaching a consensus in this way, the two had no dreams all night and slept peacefully until dawn.

Maybe Mo Siyu was too sleepy, but he didn't even move, and slept very peacefully and deeply.

On the second day, when the people around him woke up, Mo Siyu was awakened by a slight movement, so he also sat up and slid to the side of the bed.

While yawning, she instructed Chu Chuyan: "Brother Yan, give me the clothes I put on the back of the chair."

Chu Chuyan put the clothes on her bed.

"Brother Yan, I don't know where my shoes went last night."

Chu Chuyan squatted down to help her find her shoes, and put her shoes by her feet.

Mo Siyu rubbed his sleepy eyes, and followed Chu Chuyan to the ear room. After grooming, soaking his face in cold water for a while, he finally woke up.

She went out and sat on the swing at the entrance of the corridor, thinking back to the song she heard in her dream yesterday, took out the bone whistle hanging from her neck, put it on her lips and blew it.

The intermittent sound alarmed the people in the room who had already woken up.

Standing at the door, Chu Chusheng looked at the slender figure on the swing, his brows gradually froze.

Mo Siyu wanted to connect the tune he heard in the forest with the tune he heard in the dream, but found that although the two tunes had similarities, there were many subtle differences.

After blowing for a long time, I still didn't find the smooth feeling of the music style, but I couldn't connect more and more.

Mo Siyu didn't want to waste time thinking about it anymore, put the bone whistle back into his collar, stood up from the swing and turned around.

When he entered his eyes, he saw Chu Chusheng standing behind him, and he didn't know how long he had been listening silently.

Mo Siyu raised his small face and greeted with a smile: "Young Patriarch, are you up so early?"

Chu Chusheng nodded: "Yes."

"Then let me take another pulse for you." Mo Siyu strode over and put his fingertips on his pulse: "The pulse has stabilized a lot, and the lung heat has almost dissipated. Take another medicine and take good care of it." It will be completely cured in three days." Mo Siyu withdrew his hand: "After seven days, when your body recuperates better, I will start to remove the residual poison accumulated in your body.

It may take a long time, so you have to be prepared..."

"No problem, as long as it can be completely cured, it doesn't matter how long it takes." Chu Chuyan stared at Mo Siyu's gentle and delicate eyebrows, and couldn't help asking: "Who did Young Master Yu learn to play this song as a teacher? ?”